Bright torches flickered cheerily in the scones upon the white marble walls of Stormwind keep. Their glow cast the shadows of the Alliance leaders everywhere across the room the dark and light dancing for dominance.

Varian sat at the head of a long rectangular table his face cool and stony as the walls around him. To his left sat Tyrande with flowers in her hair, and a harp in her hand. Next to her sat her hippy husband Malfurion who was humming quietly to himself and staring out into nothing. High as usual. On the other side of the table sat the Dranei leader Velen who was currently snoring. His head was lying on the polished oaken table while drool pooled beneath his weathered cheek. Beside him sat Magni Bronzebeard. The stubborn old dwarf was combing his well…bronzebeard with a pearl handeled comb, muttering and calling it his precious. Last but not least the gnome leader Megatorque (Or whatever stupid gnome name he has) sat in a high chair so that he could properly see everyone else. As the king of Stormwind looked upon the leaders he couldn't help but sigh and wonder why the Horde hadn't exterminated them all yet.

"Are we ready to proceed with the meeting?" Varian asked in agitated tones.

Malfurion looked at him owlishly his eyes watery and out of focus. "Dude lets like…go to the park and have this meeting bro…you know be one with nature and all bro."

"I agree." Tryande giggled placing her head on Malfurion's shoulder.

"No for the thousandth time you two!" Varian growled. "We are discussing secret matters of state; we can't do this at a picnic!"

"Chill man, chill…" Malfurion pleaded lazily, a wreath of smoke enveloping him and Tyrande.

"Eh, aren't we missing somebody?" The elderly croaked voice of Velen asked in a yawn.

"Yea, wont there another girlie here?" Magni added now that he had combed his beard four thousand times.

The others looked around and shrugged. Varian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumped into the chair. "How could we be forgetting somebody, we're all the leaders."

"Nah, I am pretty sure there was another." Megatorque squeaked.

Varian threw his hands up. "Alright let's take attendance. Tyrande and Malfurion?"

The two night elves looked to each other lovingly. "Only in body." They replied simultaneously.

Varian made a mental note to ban the use of those 'enchanted weeds' before a meeting before continuing. " Velen?"

"What?" Velen yelled, it appeared his bad ear was messing up again.

"VELEN!" Varian roared happy to have a reason to raise his voice.

The elderly Dranei sniffed in indignation. "No need to yell, present."

"Magni?"

"Aye."

"Megatorque?"

"Present!"

"See." Varian rolled his eyes we are all present.

"Nah, I am pretty sure there was another now." Tyrande piped up.

Varian slammed a fist onto the table, his eyes blazing. "Who, damn you, who could we possible be missing!"

"I don't know." Magni tapped his chin thoughtfully before loving stroking his beard. "I think her name was something with a J. Janice maybe."

"Joslyn?" Malfurion added.

"Jasmine?" Varian echoed. Another person was coming back to him but he couldn't quite put the name to the face.

"Jackie?" Tyrande put her guess in.

"Larry?" Velen asked having no real clue what was going on.

"I think her name was Brittney." Megatorque said ending their little name game confidently.

All readily agreed that the name was defiantly Brittney and that she was missing.

"What did she rule again?" Magni asked.

"I don't remember, a taco stand maybe." Varian said reflectively. He suddenly rose from his chair flashing his most heroic stance. "But, if she is missing then we must find her."

"How?" Malfurion asked half dazed.

The room seemed to grow dark; all eyes were focused on Varian. He clutched both edges of the table with his hands. His voice was barely a whisper. "We must go where all fear to go with their questions. We must traverse a sea of stupidity and insults as we beg for a proper answer."

"No…" Magni whispered aghast.

All the leaders had gone pale as ghost, their breath held in their throats with terror. Varian nodded stoically to hide his fear. "That's right, we must go…to Trade Chat."

"You can't make me go back there!" Malfurion roared. "It's the reason I smoke so heavily. The memories…" Tears begin to pool in his blue eyes. "Such horrible memories."

"But we must!" Varian goaded trying to rouse the leaders form their terror. "For Brittney!"

"But we don't even know if that's her name!" Velen tried to reason.

"That's what we are going with, and we must find her." Varian said determinedly by throwing on his cloak. He looked back to the still sitting leaders. "Are you coming or not?"

"Only if we can go out to eat after." Tyrande said hopefully.

"Fine," Varian growled and the leaders began to rise. "But I pick the place we don't want a repeat of last time."

"Dude that vegetarian meat-loaf was epic." Malfurion argued.

"Whatever." Varian growled not wanting to get into another high argument with Malfurion. The food had been gross and tasted like Kodo manure, but he was not about to argue with antler, feather, claw man.

With deep breaths, the leaders of the Alliance steeled themselves to face the word beyond their palaces. The world of champions who sat around doing nothing. Welcome to Stormwind.